31 December 2005

'Truly creative realism is eschatological realism. It takes the line not of reflecting the natural world, and not of adjustment to it, but of changing and transforming the world.' --Nicolas Berdyaev, The Beginning and the End (1941)

"Few remember that there was no significant US homeless population before the 1980s, that Ronald Reagan's new society and economy created these swollen ranks of street people." --Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark (2004)

13 December 2005

My falcon to my wristReturnsFrom no high air.I sent her toward the sun that burnsAbove the mist;But she has not been there. Her talons are not cold; her beakIs closed upon no wonder;Her head stinks of its hood, her feathers reekOf me, that quake at the thunder.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,But climb."